John Marshall Chapter
He who lies with dogs rises with fleas.
That's the only Spanish proverb I know, and it appears to have little to
do with wine —
so much for continuing Fletcher's tradition of opening with a wine proverb,
I'm afraid. But muddle we must,
so with a tip of the sombrero to Fletch for 3 years of wine commentary
and criticism that bordered on genius,
we breathe deeply, gather up the pieces, and stumble off into the brave
new year.
[If only the Spaniards had said, " He who drinks with dogs..."]
All of us have occasion to rely on someone else's recommendations for wines. You go — as I did — to the wine store to get a bottle of bubbly for New Years, and lo, they're out of Gruett from New Mexico. You ask the clerk, what his preference would be of what's on hand. And you learn — as I did — that you don't ask any wine clerk who works in a Montgomery County-operated liquor store even what day it is: regrets, you'll have a few...
So who do you trust? Wine Spectator and Wine Enthusiast magazines write up and rate nearly every wine on the planet. But they also advertise wines in their pages, and some people — dark hearted, cynical sorts — feel that perhaps the resulting ratings are not entirely ... ingenuous. Does that Gallo Hearty Burgundy really deserve 99 points?
How about Robert Parker, the colossus of wine criticism, the father of the art: Surely he does not bow to the winemakers' filthy lucre. Can we not believe Him? Not if you listen to Rick Stafford, our erstwhile importer who says Parker has not a single good word to say about South African wines. Maybe Parker has other blind sides: hates wines from Maryland, Gawd forbid. Oy, what's a person to do?
Enter Consumer Reports. This is the magazine that tests toasters, turkey basters, toothbrushes, and a swarm of other things that don't start with T. They tipped us off in the '70's to Japanese cars, warned us long before our government about SUVs flipping over, have prompted countless product recalls [and lawsuits], and in general have behaved in the public weal. Why? Because they accept no advertising. El Zippo. And they don't allow companies to use their ratings in advertising either. In other words, these people are "beyond reproach."
But what do they know about wine? C'mon, they're nerds in white lab coats and clipboards, running around measuring and quantifying and solving equations for X. What can they possibly know or tell us about nose, bouquet, chewy vanillins - alma?
Yet that's what they've been doing for 2 years now, and Sunday we will
see to what avail. We will select several of their top-raters, see how the
other guys scored them, and discover for ourselves the Awesome Truth. Subscription
forms will be available.
But BioDynamics was a new one, certainly to this observer, and boy, what a revelation. BioDynamics posits the question, "What is the highest to which a grape can aspire?" Like Abraham Maslow's self-actualizers in the human world, Biodynamics tries to produce a super-grape, and therefrom a superwine. Wanna know how? Hold onto your seats.
First you get a cow's horn. You can do this in one of three ways:
Step 3 is simple: Bury said horn under the grape vine. And in due time, voila - Super Syrah! Ah, the bouquet, the vanillins, the brix. And did you catch that trace of guano on the nose? Merveilleux!!!
Now THAT was a presentation to behold! And there's more where that came
from, starting next week. So come out, bring a friend and a smile, and join
the fun.
See you not longly but shortly,
Bruce